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That morning Remus wakes from his restless sleep from the sound of Pettigrew getting up to use the bathroom. It’s the fifth fucking time. So Remus decides he’s going to get up now, he’ll read a damn book in the Common Room until breakfast or something.
Remus changes into his uniform with an ache down his back and into his hips, the discomfort traveling to his limbs. Rolling his shoulders Remus grabs one of his random text books to take downstairs to read. He spends most of the early morning cracking different joints in an attempt to ease his discomfort. The long train ride did not help with the fact the full was four days away.
Eventually other early riser students came down with books and parchment of their own. Though they gave him weird looks every time he put his book down to pop a joint or two. He apologized for the noise each time he caught someone looking at him.
Remus leaves for The Great Hall earlier than any of the others, needing to arrive before the food so the elves know where to put his feux silverware. One of his feet falls through a fake step and Remus shrieks. Some paintings grumble about being woken up, others laugh, some ask if he’s alright. He pulls himself up and grumbles back about being fine as he heads to The Great Hall.
He runs into the Hogwarts’ Potions Master. He doesn’t remember the old man’s name, just that he’s Slytherin’s head of house.
“Isn’t it a tad bit early for you to be arriving at the Great Hall?” He asks Remus, who has no idea how to respond. The only staff that know are Dumbledore, Madam Pomfrey, Professor McGongall, probably all the house elf’s.
Remus is glad to feel the presence of Dumbledore’s magic. He walks up from behind the Professor.
“Horuce let the child be. He’s hungry, so he’s going to where he knows food will be. Just like the two of us.” And with that Dumbledore walks through the double doors, leading the way for the two of them.
Remus sits down at the closet end of the Gryiffidor table. Most of the teachers arrive very quickly. Followed in by a few students.
The clock strikes 6:30 and the table fills with food, lining with plates and utensils, Remus’ head spins. His silverware isn’t real silver. But the rest is, Remus quickly feels dizzy and lightheaded, his stomach flipping uncomfortably. He swallows dryly as he tried to manage his symptoms from the sliver, his appetite gone completely.
Very quickly the Great Hall starts to fill, Potter it seems, has dragged their dorm mates down to breakfast. Pettigrew looks tired, Black looks well dressed despite them all having the exact same uniform, and Potter looks as if he’s so excited to start the day he could pop.
Their schedules are passed out and Remus barely glances at his, if he’s honest. He’ll figure it out later.
Mail arrived partially through breakfast, a red envelope dropping in front of Black at their table, a howler. The boy had gone even paler than what Remus had seen of him so far, looking as if he were going to faint as he reaches out with shaky hands to open the letter.
The woman’s voice is horrid, it screeches through the Hall and quiet’s the large room.
Remus covers his ears, now ringing from the sudden assault despite his dulled senses. It’s as if the women used a sonorous spell before sending the howler.
“Sirius Orion Black the third, you are a disappointment to The Most Ancient and Noble House of Black! For generations our family has been in Slytherin! Even ones that have now been estranged! You could not even manage the only other barely acceptable house, Ravenclaw. No. You ended up in Gryffindor. Disgraceful. At least your brother has enough brains to not screw it up as well, we shall speak more over Yule.”
Black stands, Remus thinks he might be trembling as he exits the Great Hall, the shredded letter all over his half eaten food.
His brother gets up from the Slytherin table as well, chasing after him.
“I should go check on him, that was one nasty Howler.” Potter mutters as he stands.
“I’ll come with.” Pettigrew says immediately, following after Potter. Remus knows he’s going to hear about this later, with it involving all of his dorm mates. Remus is fully aware he’s nosy, and a bit desperate to leave the room with silver scattered about.
But he stands anyway and follows the other boys out of The Great Hall.
“What happened Sirius? Why aren’t you in Slytherin?!” Younger Black pleads his brother for an answer, it’s the most expressive Remus has seen the boy yet.
“Oh, you always conform to her wishes, don’t you?!” Yells the other brother as he stamps his foot onto the ground, sounding as if he was going to cry.
“You didn’t have to abandon the family without telling me! Abandon me! Did you ask the hat to put you there just to make her angry?” The second twin shouts, also sounding on the verge of tears.
“No! Of course not! I begged to be put with you but—“ Remus’ curly, raven haired roommate cuts himself off.
“What?!” Younger Black shouts.
“But it said I didn’t belong.” Says the older brother, his voice is small and soft, Remus might think he only heard it from the distance he did because of his enhanced senses.
The green eyed one turns around and storms off, and Potter and Pettigrew run up to the Black still standing in shock.
“You’re brave for going against your family's house, it’s why the hat put you here.” Potter proclaims proudly, trying to encourage the older brother.
“Sure I wanted to get out, but not without Reggie, those Slytherins are a bad influence.” Says Black, clearly still upset.
Remus couldn’t give less of a damn. His stomach is churning but he barely ate, he knows he’s probably going to puke. He can feel it. His body fucking aches from the sliver, from how much he didn’t sleep, from the train ride yesterday, from his lack of muscle mass according to Madam Pomfrey.
Remus walks away from where he was eavesdropping. He’s got no idea where the bathroom’s in this giant castle are besides the one in his dorm. How is he supposed to find his classes without getting lost.
Remus needs a map or something, actually everyone needs a map, it’s a castle for fucks sake, it’s huge.
Remus wonders for he has no idea how long because apparently this castle doesn’t have clocks either except for the one outside The Great Hall. If Remus doesn’t find a bathroom soon he’s going to find an empty corner to throw up into instead.